On my way into work this morning, as I rode upon San Francisco’s Embarcadero, a burly, shirtless homeless man with bushy hair very similar to that of ‘Dog The Bounty Hunter’ stood stretching, rubbing his pectoral muscles, doing his morning homeless yoga. As I passed, he held out a…
So I'm looking for books on Goodreads when I notice myself hovering slowly over some book. I'm sitting with the screen a bit far from my arms because it's late and I'm a bit high, and I've been looking at real estate and wondering if I will ever have enough…
About ten years ago, I was traveling down the coast, and camping in various spots along the way. Having little money at the time, I had gotten in the habit of heading for National Forest land and, once there, finding a small service road to pull off onto and then…
CHAPTER 1 Blameless is a Baby’s Natural State, So Why Not I? Blame the backroads of space, blame their endlessness, blame their darkness. Blame what is to be found beyond that next asteroid belt, blame the tunnels that go seemingly on into forever, carved deep into the iron-rich fissures…
The feeling of swimming next to naked in fitty-two degree water is something I never knew until last week. Where it hits you first is the cold spike traveling through your blood, the shock to your lungs. You breathe deeply, frequently, desperately, you breathe so hard it feels like your…
She was driving the limo, And wearing her hijab, With her white earbuds tucked underneath Bumping Rhianna.…
Overheard in the SF Metreon restroom: "Oh... so you know PHP. Fucking great. I'll call you when I need to code this dick out of your ass. Fucking retard. Fucking unqualified for living dickweed piece of shit, Rick Denton. Who doesn't know why he even developed this application in the…
I pedaled towards her house through the early evening streets of San Francisco already gone dark and now alit by street lamps, and as I made my way slow and steady up the easy grade of Polk Street I noticed the police car in the derelict alleyway behind the porno…
I sit here typing out these letters, working on short stories, while you burn and perhaps regress backwards toward something I more remember from my childhood. I have no cogent thoughts for you, I have nothing qualified to say. I just wish we respected the right to choose one's own…